It seems to me that most people are unperturbed by periods. Pointing the finger at celebrities dropping their tampons is just one more way in which the media body shames women, like red-circling spots, cellulite, arm pit hair and sweat patches.

We are currently in the middle of awards season fever. The endless stream of ceremonies, celebs on red carpets and acceptance speeches occupy our TV screens and keep us in high spirits through the winter months, as well as giving us plenty of talking points.

Judging by the Daily Mail's tweets, this year's Baftas was notable only because 1. Keira Knightley was pregnant ("Keira hides her bump in a gown made by blah blah") and 2. Rosamund Pike gave birth recently ("Rosamund Pike showed off her amazing post-pregnancy figure in a gown made by blah blah.")

Hi Hollywood. It's me. I know this is a bit awkward, but I just wanted to drop you a line to remind you that women exist. Yes, I KNOW you really like Meryl Streep, but there are other ones. No, seriously. They even speak and move around and do things. Some of them even do films.

After the screening, held in a swanky cinema at London's Barbican centre, a world away from a Welsh pit mine, various friends of Mark Ashton stood up to thank Warchus for portraying the events in such a truthful way, some of them weeping, they were so proud.